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I forgot the poppies.

The VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) used to sell a fake poppy for this day,

In Flander's fields the poppies grow.......

World War I poetry.

This is the kind of thing that is now gone. Traditions down the hole.

That is OK with me.

A lot of people wore the poppy and then felt smug and satisfied whether they went off to War or not.

This reminds me of the resentments of those who went against those who did not. The phrase "draft dodger" was a pretty strong epithet.

In our small town there were a few people who fit this phrase. They used influence of the cover of a "critical job" to stay at home.

I bet they wore the fucking poppy though.

Labels: war and peace